We
walked along a brook
through the night,
past the lampposts, rails,
neon signs and trails along the way.
We
saw people fade completely
out of sight.
Briskly the wind blew
on our stone cold faces,
sneezing from the bitter cold
inhaling
frozen air into our tender virgin lungs.
We
walked across a pond
past a lighthouse, a bench.
We
inhaled an ugly stench of
cities life.
We
ran to a mountains retreat
and we stepped briskly, briskly, briskly
towards the gangplank of desire.
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